Please don't stop the rain!

I see rain falling and I can't help but to open my mouth.
I try to keep the drops from reaching their intended destination
So could this mean that it is my nature to fuck up natural direction?
I don't want to hinder natural selection.
I realize that I only seek the best for these little unsuspecting tears from the sky.
I also realize that like in my life, the world is much better if I don't open my mouth tonight.
What could I possibly say to make this situation better?
Nothing that I can say could ever change the weather.

So I can conclude that I would rather devour blood from my tongue
Than let myself be the chosen one.
I don't want to be the one to be the barer of bad news
Because the life that we live is the life that we choose.
There is so much that I can say but so much would still be left unsaid
I don't know how to proceed because I don't know what is going on in your head.
You have an appetite for destruction and a desire to love which is why the sky is bleeding
And You try to make the most of moments that are continuously fleeting.

Someone loves you and you push them away
Only so you can make room for another lover to stay.
That would make since if there wasn't another life involved
And if there wasn't someone crying on the other end of the call.
I am asked for advice and I gave insight to the high road
I wish I hadn't have spoken so soon and so bold.
Because if I could take my words back and prevent the sky from opening up,
I would.

Out of the car I step
Trying to figure out if there are any feelings left.
It has been a while since I have even seen you
and the entire time our friendship I have misused.
I talk to you with an alternative motive trying to steer you clear of your current path
Again I am trying to stop the rain from falling,
No hands on the wheel and both feet on the gas.
Maybe I should never open my mouth
and just hold in the secrets that are trying to get out.
If you never start something you can never mess it up
and if you take on too much you will always end up in a rut.
Trying to stop the rain is a proven disaster
and trying to fix things and just messing them up is a trait I have seemed to master.

Rage against the Quincy machine

There is a rage that is burrowing deep inside of me however instead of trying to go deeper it is trying to find its way to the light. With the a ravenous hunger it claws its way slowly to the surface. How do I deal with this rage that is masked as a lot of things so that it does not become something that overwhelms me. I don't really want to be a victim of circumstance however I don't really want to ponder the banes of my existence either.
I sat driving in the car and news troubled me to no end. Anxiety kicks in and along with my sweaty hands my heart starts racing but out of anger. This anger made my head spin at a millions miles per hour and honestly I didn't want to leave my room. "It's not always as bad as it may seem," which is what I kept thinking to myself. You can't let your insecurities eat you up inside so bad that your entrails are unrecognizable. I have come to discover this simply because being insecure does you no good. There is nothing that you can say that is worth a dime that comes out of being insecure. The only gifts left by this wicked witch is feeling of depression and emptiness that is also accompanied in the door with a ferocious lack of sleep.
How can these feelings be so powerful? How do these feelings help YOU? Regardless of what you may believe this is not good for you and none of what you are insecure about matters in the end. Every emotion that you are harboring will decay away with the remains of your corpse inside of your pretty wooden box.

Funyon Soup

We live life to find out what we are scared of
To figure out just how much pain we can take
We live life to understand who we are and where we are going.
No one ever figures this out because they are blinded by love
They wonder how much money they will make
And they don't focus on how much of this life we are blowing.

I want to slow dance on the moon
I want to light my flame with fire from a sunburst
All of my astronomical thoughts keep me grounded.
I took this pill way too soon
I think that it is making my situation worse
And I am staring in the mirror dumbfounded.

You touch me like you have eight arms
All of which you hold me with tightly.
I understand I shouldn't take this lightly
As gravity throws me for a loop ever so politely.

If we live to find out what we are afraid of why not fear nothing?
Is it possible? Or would you not be living if you didn't live in fear.
Why do we fear ourselves? The invisible giant holds us beneath its burly thumb
I want to take my fire and throw it into the mix
Just to see how much damage there would be to fix.
Can I then say that my fear is sunburned? Can fear, fear itself?

This crazy loop is making me sick
Gravity you can be such a bitch!
Why would you torture me in mid flight?
Why would I stare at the ceiling all night?
I paint invisible pictures and piece them together like a puzzle.
Life strangles me with a vengeance
Then only leaves me with the things that I miss.